One Day In The Country Is Exactly

Loss Of Virtue In A Female Is Irretrievable; That One False Step Involves Her In Endless Ruin; That Her Reputation Is No Less Brittle Than It Is Beautiful; And That She Cannot Be Too Much Guarded In Her Behaviour Towards The Undeserving Of The Other Sex.

I Have No Talent For Certainty.

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

There Is Nothing I Would Not Do For Those Who Are Really My Friends. I Have No Notion Of Loving People By Halves, It Is Not My Nature.